Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1887-09-08

Is in our country, and, in tact, i'm
every civilized land, a class of men
who surely ought TO be thankful
that Saturday night comes every
week, and look forward to it with
the greatest pleasure. Men who
have TO labor for their daily support
and the support of their families
and those dependent upon them;
men whose business compclS them
TO be absent all the week from their
loved ones at home And how il
must tighten the labor of man as
he tolls day after day in the burn.
ing sun of summer or the chilling
winds of winter To know that his
weeks work will soon be done, and
that there is awaiting him at home
a hearty and loving welcome.
How the cheerful FIRE on his own
hearth-stone and the soft musical
voice Of his wife as she grcets him
with loving kiss of welcome will
make him forget his tolls and hard
ships, and how the sight of the dear
little faces at the window and the
lisped sentence Papa has come,
will renew his strength, zeal and
perseverance for another weeks
work. But, alas, there is to this, as
to so many other pleasant pictures,
another altogether not brighter
side.
We see another man, and he is
but representative Of large class,
who - is laboring hard, but what
are his prospects; His fond father
and loving mother sleep side by side
in the old church yard beneath the
weeping willow the peaceful sleep
of death. lie has no home, for the
old homestead with all its pleasant
surroundings and hallowed associ-
ations, has passed into other hands.
"A stranger, may be, occupies the
room where his angel mother first
taught his infant tongue TO lisp.
Now ! lay me down TO sleep" -
That mothers name is not known.
There are no kind and loving ones
TO await his return. To him how
different must be the emotion
awakened 10y the words, Saturday
night"
IL he is kept busy and cares FOR
his business or his contracts lie may
spend the week in state of what
might he called negative happiness;
but with iGs close comes n sense of
utter loneliness and dcsolation that
cannot be described. Created with
a heart overlooking with love, and
no object upon which TO center his
affections, how can he be anything
but miserable. While he is kept
busy his mind has no time to turn
IN upon itself, as il were, and be does
not realize his true position. But
when Saturday night comes and his
weeks work is oyer. then it Is that
he realizes how lonely and desolatc
he is. No dear ones are awaiting
him ~ home, for lie has no home.
He may have place TO stop at that
he calls his hcmc, perhaps the home
of sister brother, or some valued
friend, but still it is not hOmc in the
true sense Of the word.
Alas, how far it falls short Of the
idea of home so beautifully and
appropriately oppressed by the poet;
''1is home where the wife in the cleaning
doth walt,
For the dear welcome footstep that's nearing
the Rnte,
Where The husband receives IN his warm
manly pride,
A kiss from the woman DE treats as "a bride.
And b. whom nc Is led to a chamber 80
neat,
Where soft dainty slippers are waiting his
feet;
The true loving wife is esrcssed on his knee.
And chat home IL an Eden, what home ought
10 be-"
lie sees others around on every
hand whom fortune has favored
more than himself, he sees his ideal
home and happiness wherever he
goes, and how often he is forced
TO the conclusion that he is the coId
straH1er whose presence mars the
happiness Of some home rather than
gives pleasure. Thus surrounded
the language Of his mind, and he
involuntary exclaims:
"Aionc in the wide world n wanderer.
Unheedcd, uncared for roam:
70 matters not where my barkn driven
There's no one 20 miss me at home"
How fortunate nc Is If somewhere
there is bright eyed maiden To-
whom ne has given the affections
OF his heart, and who loves him iu
return, that the thought Of her may
cheer him day after day as be tolls
az his vocation, and the chcering
thought that she, TOO, IS looking for.
ward TO- the day when his weeks
work shall be done, that they may
see each other again after so many
days Of weary separation. Bot
even this Is often denied him II
may be that be has suddenly been
awakened from thc loud dream of
his life 20 the sad realization of thc
still sadder fact that hc IS indeed
alone, with no hope. 30 prospects
and no aspirations lhat hc has been
all these days hugg.ug The vain.
dclusive phantom OF hope when.
indeed there was ny hope following
q false beacon tlatlld % fhc -1o1Is
of disappoiutmcnt ard atiast hur-
ed him iuto The fearful. eouc, og
despair, that his love is not
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